Saturday, January 19, 2019

Blurb for In Too Deep

On the banks of the Trinity River, Sadie Pepperman is looking for a chance to escape the demands of her in-laws. With her husband’s dead, they want her to marry her brother-in-law so they can take control of her farm.

Suddenly, the peace of the day is shattered when her best friend steps too far into the river. Rushing to save her, Sadie meets a handsome stranger that ignites her dormant lust. She sees her friend rescued by a steamship and backs away from Logan Jansen, only to turn her ankle.

The agonizing pain leaves Sadie with the inability to walk. Needing help, she offers Logan a place to stay if he’ll help with the chores on her farm. With his agreement, Sadie adds another problem to her list. Now, not only does she have to worry about how to bring her crops in from the field and run her farm alone but she also has to fight her attraction to Logan.

Can Sadie end her in-laws’ interference in her life,
run her farm alone,
and give love another chance?

Now for the Excerpt:

“Are you a friend of the woman who
is drowning?”

Unable to certain what to say to
the stranger, she nodded and worked to clear the lump in her throat. How did
this man know about Carolyn?

“Move over. I’ll drive. If we hurry
I should be able to save her and my friend.” He placed a foot on the side step
of the wagon and crowded onto the bench.

She quickly scooted along the
wooden plank, allowing him room to settle beside her. Long fingers closed over
the reins and he tugged the leather from her grip.

He didn’t wait for an answer.
Lifting the reins, he released the brake.

A loud whistle sounded from the
river, followed almost immediately by the slapping of paddles against the
water.

The man clicked his tongue to
encourage Beauty to get moving. He drove the wagon closer to the edge of the
river, creating a rough new trail.

Bouncing on the seat like a rag
doll, Sadie tried to keep her distance from the man, even though the task was
next to impossible with the constant swaying of the wagon. She continually
brushed against his arm, shoulder and thigh. A particularly hard bump almost
landed in his lap.

“I’m sorry, but you need to slow
down,” she complained and straightened.

He drew back on the reins; the
wagon rolled to a stop. His head turned in the other direction. He shifted away
from her and jumped down from the wagon before she repositioned herself on the
bench. “Damn that steamship. They’re rescuing them.”

A little stunned by everything that
had happened, Sadie lifted a hand to her throat. Her gaze stayed locked on
Logan until his comment finally registered. She glanced at the water and
noticed a steamboat cruising down-river. A line hung from the side with two
people hanging from the end.

She scrambled off the wagon to keep
the boat in sight as it moved farther away. “Oh, no, where will it take them?”

“Probably to the next port, maybe
Liberty or on into Galveston.” When the
steamboat rounded a bend and drifted out of sight, the stranger turned. His
gaze grew in intensity as he scanned the length of her body. “I’m Logan by the
way.”

Burned by his steady regard, Sadie
glanced down at her attire. Heat stained her cheeks. The ribbon on her camisole
had worked its way loose and the swell of her breasts lay exposed to his view.
She’d been about to redress when Carolyn fell into the river. Lifting her hands
automatically to cover herself, she bowed her head.

Sadie Pepperman is looking for a chance to escape the demands of her in-laws. With her husband’s dead, they want her to marry her brother-in-law so they can take control of her farm. Suddenly, the peace of the day is shattered when her best friend steps too far into the river. Rushing to save her, Sadie meets a handsome stranger that ignites her dormant lust. She sees her friend rescued by a steamship and backs away from Logan Jansen, only to turn her ankle. The agonizing pain leaves Sadie with the inability to walk. Needing help, she offers Logan a place to stay if he’ll help with the chores on her farm. With his agreement, Sadie adds another problem to her list. Now, not only does she have to worry about how to bring her crops in from the field and run her farm alone but she also has to fight her attraction to Logan. Can Sadie end her in-laws’ interference in her life, run her farm alone, and give love another chance? Excerpt:

“Kirk, where are you?”

Unhappy about the interruption, Kirk Pepperman debated not answering Mary Beth Owens’ call. He’d snuck away to the barn’s upper floor to escape his parents and to have a few moments to himself.

The view outside the open loft door showed the sun drifting steadily toward the horizon. A nice cross breeze blew inside and cooled the large space. For the last couple of weeks, he’d found he enjoyed sitting up here alone, maybe because it helped him forget.

“Kirk?” Mary Beth’s voice rang from the ladder, leading to the stalls on the ground floor.

Not bothering to turn, he leaned forward and gripped his hands over his knees. The three-legged stool, where he sat, was right in front of the center pole for the barn. The position afforded him a backrest if he should want one.

The floorboards squeaked, telling him Mary Beth stood behind him. He pictured her in his head. A petite blonde, she had small breasts and appeared much younger than him. In truth, they were around the same age.

Hoping, if he remained quiet, she’d leave. He continued to stare out across his family’s property. The last days of summer and the recent harvest had turned the parched land to dust. What did this place hold for him?

He’d never ventured outside of Naked Bluff to travel or to experience another way of life. Depression filled him at his brother dying so far away from home. Now, though, Kirk understood Richard’s desire to leave.

What future could Kirk have here?

He toyed with the idea of heading off to join the Confederate army. The latest news from the returning soldiers was the south wasn’t faring too well against the Northern armies. Maybe, if he had something to fight for, he’d feel alive again.

The familiar noise of a rope flying through the air alerted him. The lasso fell over his head and circled his chest before it tightened, pinning his arms to his side. “What the...”

With a sharp tug, he fell back against the center pole and hit his head against the solid bulk. “Mary Beth, what are you doing?”

Anita Philmar enjoys writing hot stories to get the blood a pumping. She grew up in Texas and enjoys sharing information about the state with her readers.

Currently, she is working on a historical series call Naked Bluff, Texas. No, it is not a real place, but the people there do have problems and with the gift of love they do find happiness.

Just for fun–

What is your favourite drink? Arnold Palmer – Tea and Lemonade

Are you a cat or dog person? Dog – have a small terrior.

Love or lust? Both, One helps grow the other in my book.

If you could spend the day with any famous author, who would it be? And, why? Mark Twain – love the way he looked at life.

Do you laugh at your own jokes?

Yes, because no one in my household thinks I’m funny. Men have no sense of humor.

Are you fun to go on vacation with?

I like to think so. I enjoy seeing new things and love to travel.

If you came with a warning label, what would it say?

Proceed with caution, this woman is known to cry over sad movies and make you burn with her smoking, hot, sex scenes. She’s loyal, kind, and fun to snuggle with but hurt anyone she loves and she’ll cause you intense pain while relishing every moment of your suffering. Best to avoid if not looking for a lifetime commitment because friends are for life, lovers are forever, and enemies live in hell.

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

What if we had family spirits that guided our lives?
In Summer's Growth, Amber Harrison is given the opportunity to become the Winston family keeper. She runs the family trust and lives in the family home.

Problem is she has to prove herself by solving a two hundred year old mystery.

The family spirits try to help her find the answers to the disappearance of her great, great, great, great, grandmother. Yet, there are forces which don't want her to find the answer. Luckily, the ghost of her grandmother is helping and saves Amber's life on more than one occasion.

Can Amber solve the mystery or will those who don't want the mystery revealed kick her out of her new job permanently by killing her?

Excerpt -

Mattie raised her chin as if ready to receive the blow. The
resistance in her eyes warned of the fireworks to come. “Amber isn’t a
stranger. She’s part of the family.”

Heedless of the danger, Cynthia forged ahead. “What’s that
supposed to mean?”

Having forgotten Josh, Amber jumped at the sound of his
voice. “Mom, don’t you remember? Amber told us she’s part of the Winston family
tree.”

Locked in combat with Mattie, Cynthia didn’t shift her gaze
away from her sister. “I believe there’s more to it. Would you care to tell us
the rest of the story, Mattie?”

She shrugged. “I have decided to name Amber as heir to the
estate.”

Stunned, questions shot through Amber’s head like bullets.
What? Did Winston Manor really belong to Mattie? Then who was Jonathan? And why
did he write...

Cynthia jumped to her feet and screamed at the top of her
lungs. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing? The estate is locked up in
a trust fund.”

She threw her napkin on the table and slammed her hand down
over it. “You idiot, just because this girl claims to be part of the family is
no reason to award her the estate. We’re talking about my family legacy too.”

The sheer fury resonating from Cynthia’s body frightened
Amber. Were the two sisters about to rumble?

“You have no right to hand it over to her or anyone else.”
Cynthia pointed her finger at Mattie and continued with her tirade. “If you
don’t want to be in charge of the trust fund, let Josh handle it. We’re your
closest living relatives.”

The color drained from Mattie’s face, but she remained
composed. “I’m sorry, but my mind is made up.”

“You’ll regret this. I won’t stand by and let you steal away
my inheritance.” Cynthia pivoted on her heels and without a backward glance
stomped to the door. “Come on Josh, we’re leaving.”

In shock, Amber waited for the scene to unfold. Josh stood,
walked to his aunt, kissed her cheek and followed his mother out of the room.

Impatient for answers, Amber couldn’t remain silent. “This
doesn’t make any sense. The letter I received said I’m supposed to inherit the
estate from someone named Jonathan. Not you.”

A sad expression marred Mattie’s face and she patted Amber’s
hand. “I know. I’m the current owner-slash-keeper of the estate. When I die,
you’ll inherit the estate. Until then, you’ll be the new keeper or lead
trustee.”

“But I don’t understand. It’ll be years before you die.”
Amber swiveled her head around and studied Mattie's pale complexion. “Unless
you’re sick?”

“No, but I’ve had the responsibility of the estate for a
long time. I need to learn to do something else.” She shoved away her plate.
“This arrangement will offer you the chance to learn what it takes to be the
keeper. And it will free me up to figure out what I want to do. A nice exchange
if you ask me.”

“But why didn’t you tell me this before?” Amber suspected
more to the omission.

“I didn’t think it mattered.” Mattie rose, lifted her plate
and walked into the kitchen.

“But Cynthia is your sister.” Amber rushed to gather up her
dishes. “Shouldn’t one of them inherit the estate?”

Friday, December 7, 2018

Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with a sizzling love story sure to melt their hearts. Writing a romantic suspense Irish American series for Tirgearr Publishing, Deadly Alliance is followed by Unholy Alliance. Bittersweet Alliance is in the works. Keep an icy drink handy while reading these hot stories.

Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels. She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.

Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70’s poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors. While proud of their five children who’ve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write. If you’d enjoy news, sign up for Kathleen’s newsletter at http://www.kathleenrowland.com/

True colors, virtue and character, are revealed in crisis. In their own ways, heroine Tori and hero Grady undergo personal drama but exhibit calm and rationality when their loves are rocked by a murderer. She stops beating herself up for her mob family’s mistakes. He becomes more empathetic.

How do you come up with your characters?

Protagonists need four solid characteristics and one flaw. Antagonists need one good quality. Otherwise characters would be lifeless. After determining qualities (which involves their horoscopes) how they react is set in stone.

Do you have any writing rituals that you do while writing?

Prior to writing a book, I write the intended blurb for the book, followed by a synopsis. I place chapter headings in Scrivener. This avoids a saggy middle and forces forward writing with goal, motivation, and conflict. Often another twist takes over, but I don’t stray far from the intended plot points. I write tight and steamy romantic suspense.

What types of books do you enjoy reading in your free time or what do you like to do with your free time?

I bring my Kindle everywhere. The types of books I enjoy most are sexy contemporaries and romantic thrillers. I often select books from Tirgearr Publishing. My husband and family are in the center my life, but I love travel to Hawaii, Europe, and favorite places in the U.S. We rent some type of small boat if possible on vacations.

Does your family read your books?

Yes, particularly my husband who also loves hearing what I’m writing now. For my teenage grandchildren I wrote a sweet futuristic Intervenus series. The first book of the series,A Brand New Address, finaled in the Book Buyers Best contest in 2015. The hero in the series is Black, and the series is dedicated to our grandson D’mitri who is Black.

Quick Draw:

Coffee or Tea?

Coffee in the morning, tea in the evening. Morning coffee is a strong latte.

Jeans or sweats?

Fitted jeans with a midriff top—good for doing yoga stretches.

Beer or Wine?

Now and then, a glass of wine is nice. In addition to wine I like Asti Spumanti champagne.

Chocolate or Chips?

Dark chocolate kisses. I like chips, too. Oh my, temptations! Kathleen1 wants to be strong and thin. To be in the light she has to push impulsive Kathleen2 back into the shadows and not write-while-munching either of these appetizing items. It’s a challenge to eat fruit instead.

Anything else you’d like to share with us?

I write every day but set aside time in mid-morning to swim laps. After lunch I do floor stretches and gardening. Although I’m active on social media, I get out face-to-face. Conversation is stimulating at my weekly local book club.

Blurb—Unholy
Alliance (2nd book in the Irish American Donahue Cousins series)

A decade ago, Tori Rourke, and her cousin, Vivienne, ran from the Irish
mob after witnessing a brutal murder. Tori was framed by the mob, and while she
served time in prison, she worried that the killer, Seamus McGinn, had
kidnapped her missing cousin.

When Grady agrees to defend a new client, Samuel
Peterson, who’s been accused of beating to death the wife of a noted professor,
the evidence mounts. The professor is missing, as well as his laptop that
contains data dangerous to national security.

And Seamus McGinn is back, and rumors of a
massive annihilation is about to begin. As they race to assist the FBI, the
bonds between Grady and Tori are about to be tested. It becomes clear Grady and
Tori are falling fast for each other, but what to do about it is a different story.
He’s a divorced dad who wants more time with his kid. She brings danger to his
front door.

Grady has questions of his own; Is Vivienne at
the center of the mob’s operation? How much will it cost Tori before she learns
the truth? All Grady knows is the biggest danger is the one standing right
behind you.

Excerpt—

“Don’t let the anxiety of freedom consume you.” Attorney Grady Donahue Fletcher clenched his
teeth and rehearsed what he’d say to his client, Victoria Morningstar. He’d won
her appeal and drove to pick her up at Gladstone Penitentiary. “At least you
won’t be placed in solitary.” That was worse.

"I wrote that story many years back," the journalist had said.
“I assume you have new discoveries.”

"Fraud, illegal testimony. Do you want the story first?" A
second passed. "Otherwise, I'll call the Orange County Guardian."

"Okay, okay. We want it."

Three days later Grady had a hand in writing the first article in Drew
Barker’s column. "The public labeled Tori Morningstar as an undesirable.
Not black and poor, but disfavored, accused, incarcerated, and wrongly
condemned. Her cellphone has been recovered. Her call to 911 identified her
voice and substantiated screams of the victim in the background. Could she have
beaten someone while speaking to dispatch at the same time?"

The reporter had written the second article. "People who get their
ideas about criminal lawyers from TV probably would be disappointed in Grady
Fletcher. He lacks flash but stands up straight, his posture neither ramrod nor
slouched. He doesn't smoke, doesn't wear thousand dollar suits. His voice is
soft and low, one of his assets. He speaks truth with a voice inviting
confidences."

As nice as that was, Grady’s stomach cramped over pressure and strain
from Drew Barker’s final article with the headline, Tori Morningstar, Released Today. Picked up by the online service,
Newser, KTLA, and CBS Los Angeles, they planned to broadcast his arrival to
escort his client from Gladstone.

Tori’s decade-long prison sentence ended today but with a sobering fear
over tomorrow.

When was a July morning this hot? Grady balanced her release papers on
his lap as he rolled up one sleeve then the other while gripping the damp
steering wheel. Sweat blossomed on his throbbing forehead, wrapped like a
python’s grip. He adjusted the dial for the AC and embraced the challenge of
helping another client get back on track. Embrace and conquer. Or at least
sound like it.

Saturday, December 1, 2018

The holidays can be a stressful time with family and friends getting together, gifts to buy and decorations to put up.

Here are a few tips to help relieve the stress.

- Talk to friends and decide to not exchange gifts, instead agree to get together for dinner and have fun.

-Remember to take some time for yourself with a long hot bath or to dig into a good book.

Get others involved - let the children be in charge of decorating the tree or let your husband hang the lights. Getting help from others will make the task more enjoyable and will create memories for years to come.

Plan ahead - this way you don't overburden yourself. Can you really make twelve dozen cookies in one day?

Choose easy recipes that anyone can do and so you can spend more time with friends in the kitchen baking cookies and decorating them.

Monday, November 26, 2018

Banished Hero - 1

Blurb:

With no memory of her past, Faye Lynn Berton clings to a father who curses her ability to shape-shift, then uses her special skill to scam local villagers. The only freedom she knows comes as she soars through the sky in falcon form. A chance meeting with another changling turns her world upside down. Beyond satisfying the powerful sexual cravings that follow transformation, he reveals a surprising dimension of sex between their kind…one to unlock the secrets of her soul.

Havyn Westmore has questions…Faye Lynn holds the answers. Determined to unravel her secrets, he must strives to gain her freedom and trust. Teaching her the finer techniques of transformation keeps her close while sex strengthens their bond. But on the trail of discovery, Havyn must confront his own past. Accused of a heinous crime, he was banned from his homeland. Now, he must choose between returning to face certain execution—or robbing Faye Lynn of her birthright and a life in Paradise.

The fragrance of sweet herbs and rich male skin teased Faye Lynn’s senses. She opened her eyes, amazed and confused for a moment as to her location.

In a bed?

Yes.

But not like any bed—or room for that matter—she’d ever been in before. Both were huge. Her gaze followed the gray stone walls to a beast-sized fireplace that lit the whole area with a soft, misty glow.

A thick arm draped across her chest, preventing her from rising. She slipped her shoulder out from under the weight, and a large hand skimmed over her stomach to her thigh. Her gaze fell on the man sleeping beside her. His eyes were closed. Thick lashes brushed his high cheekbones.

Her hands itched to stroke the dark hair from his brow and trace the beard covering his jaw. She remembered the incredible sensation of his rough chin against her delicate skin. Heat flooded her face.

What compelled her to make love to such a man?

When she’d first seen him by the lake, he looked wild, capable of tearing her apart if she defied his orders. Now in sleep, he appeared to be a harmless giant with no intention of hurting anyone.

Her gaze feasted on his broad chest covered with an inky black fur. Of their own accord, her hands tugged on the blanket to reveal the line of hair running over his stomach. A horde of locks circled his groin and dotted the length of his thick thighs.

Faye Lynn noticed the pouch nestled between his legs. Round and full, like a bag of stones, they evoked fascinating ideas. She imagined herself as a man, the weight of the balls rocking against her legs when she walked or ran.

No wondered a man was easily excited. The built-in equipment could be aroused with the slightest movement.

She longed to play with his testicles, hold them in her hand and judge their weight.

Tempted, she surveyed his face. His eyes were still closed so she edged closer. Her hand slipped between his legs. A tentative finger poked his sack, rolling the small round ball inside against his thigh.

He sighed.

She jerked away, but his hand on her leg flew so quickly, he caught her wrist before she could react.

“What are you doing?” His dark gaze nailed her.

“Nothing, I, uh...” She glanced at the fireplace glowing with red embers, then from the tall oak door to the stone walls and finally the large window. The world through the glass appeared dark and empty. Her mind mirrored the scene outside, and she struggled for something to say. Heat radiated over her face.

Banished Scoundrel - 2

Second book in the shapeshifter series

Blurb:

Known scoundrel Jack Avery must earn the queen's forgiveness by rescuing her missing daughter from the human world. His sources reveal the Princess Noelani is being held by a powerful man who likes a good game of chance. So with twenty borrowed pieces of gold Jack enters the high-stakes game. Only the lady he encounters is no princess. This pretty Kitty makes him want to hear her purr.

Under a memory spell, Kitty recalls nothing before the governor bought her from her parents and offered her protection from those he claims would kill her kind. So what if, in order to control her, he forces Kitty to morph then deprives her of sexual release after transformation. But the crafty card player she is assigned to “entertain” reveals himself as a kindred spirit—a shape shifter—and unravels the lie she’s been forced to live.

Together Jack and Kitty risk it all, for the stakes are high and the prize is worth it...freedom, forgiveness, love.

Banished Witch - 3

Last book in the shapeshifter series

Blurb:

Once a princess of Ardenia, Danella, left her homeland to warn her childhood sweetheart only to be kidnapped and sold into slavery. Learning the dark magic from her keeper, she grew to accept her role as a witch to protect her family and track down the traitor to the crown. But when Omar Mandel, the love from her past, arrives to bring her home, she realizes she can never go home. That doesn't mean she can't use his assistance in her plan for revenge and, in the meantime, live out a few unfulfilled fantasies.

The queen wants her daughter to come home and Omar’s job is to see that it happens. However, Danella isn’t the same sweet girl he remembers. In her place is a sexy woman who excites his lust and claims his heart. He must teach her to trust in his love and face the sins of the past if they are to have a future together.

Thursday, November 22, 2018

That silly bird weighs over twenty pounds and is a royal pain to wash,
stuff, and lift. It uses lots of muscles to get the damn thing inside the
stove.

Oh, darn, I forgot to reset the racks so I have to set it
down, get out the hot pads, and move the metal shelf down a few runes.
Now, I faced that bad boy again and wrestle it into the
oven.

One chore down, off to the next item on the list - dressing. Why we
call it dressing I will never know it has no ruffles or frills. Okay, bad joke.

Being from the South, I fix a cornbread dressing. This requires a
number of steps. First, you have to make the cornbread. I handled that
task yesterday so I cut up the onions and celery, add a stick of butter and
sauté them.

Oh, yeah, I put some eggs and a whole chicken to boil, not together in
separate pots. Eggs are for the dressing. Yes, they go in the dressing.

The chicken is used for the broth and for some of the chicken meat. I like meat
in my dressing too.

As you can see the dressing is a completely separate dish, these are just
the parts that make it happen.

Are you tired yet?

No? Good.

Now what else is on the menu?

Mash potatoes, yes, not everyone likes dressing so you have to have both
mash potatoes and dressing, also gravy, rolls, pumpkin pie, green beans
casserole with those crunchy onions on top,

Oh, yes, not everyone likes pumpkin pie so you need to make several
different kinds of pies and chocolate lush. (Heaven on a plate.)

What else? what else? Cranberry sauce - (Let me warn you never start making
it from scratch or you'll need to make that to, though, I agree it taste
better. Luckily, I did that yesterday.)

Now, let's see china, crystal, silverware, are they all clean and ready to
go? I look at the items sitting on the breakfast table.

Damn, I forgot to iron the tablecloth.

Worn out yet just thinking about everything to do?

No?

Great, so let's get the potatoes onto boil, start mixing up the bean
casserole and down another cup of coffee.

The eggs are done, the onions and celery are ready.

Luckily, again, I planned ahead. Did I mention this will be my second full
day in the kitchen, not counting the week I've spent preparing the house for
guests.

No?

Well, isn't all of the chores part of Thanksgiving?

Now, let's see where was I? Oh, yes, working on putting together the
dressing. The crumbled up cornbread, chopped eggs, sage, sauté onions and
celery go into a bowl.

The chicken is through boiling and needs to be deboned. Fun chore, which
provides the meat for the dressing and broth. With the extra, I make chicken
and dumpling. Oh, forgot that on my list of items I cook. Not hard, just add a
can of mushroom soup and flour tortillas.

Once, the dressing is ready I sit it aside. It can't go into the oven until
after the turkey is done. You see, I only have one oven so shuffling around the
dishes that need to go in the oven is another balancing act that you need to
consider when cooking thanksgiving dinner.

Are you tired yet?

Hope not, because we still have the green bean casserole to make. Luckily,
I spend yesterday making the pies - pumpkin, pecan, apple, and the
chocolate lush.

I believe I can take a small break from cooking and work on setting
the table.

Darn, I hate ironing. Wonder if anyone would notice a wrinkled
tablecloth?

"Yes, mother," I mumble because she tells me they will. Even
though, my mother has been died for years, she still is with me in spirit
and like all mothers is a noisy voice in my head. So I pull out
the ironing board and get to work.

Once finished with that task, I move to stack of dishes sitting on my breakfast
table. Having pulled my china and crystal out of the boxes in which they were
stored yesterday, I silently thank myself for having washed and dried
everything the day before so I'm ahead of the game.

Now, the fun part of setting the table and deciding who sits where, after
twenty minutes the task is done and I can head back to the kitchen for another
cup of coffee.

Tired yet?

Yes, well, with the turkey hogging the oven and the other dishes waiting in
the refrigerator for their turn, I glance down at my pjs.

Guess, it’s time to pull myself together.

I head back downstairs just as the buzzer goes off saying the turkey is
done.

Now, the race begins.

Taking out the turkey, I put in the dressing.

I grab another cup of coffee and the doorbell rings.

Hellos and hugs, the joy of having a crowd of love one’s home is only
dampened by the need to get the food on the table.

With everyone’s help, the day turns into a feast of laughter and shared
memories. I can’t help but cherish these moments.

Then when all the bellies are full, other commitments draw my guests out
the door.

A smile, a kiss, and simple “I love you,” and they’re gone.

Turning from the door, I see stacks of dishes and leftovers to store away.

Thankful that the day is over, I drag myself to the couch for some football
and a nap.

Exhausted, I settle back and smile.

"Thanksgiving, what a wonderful day. Hope you have an awesome day too."Tina